Two years have passed.

At the foot of Yan Mountain, Defu Town.

In ancient times, when the circulation of information was not developed, a special profession appeared - storytellers.

This profession is like that of a modern broadcaster. Every once in a while, they have accumulated a lot of knowledge and knowledge, and they will talk in public places such as teahouses, compiling the latest strange things in Kyushu into a continuous story, and telling them to the people who don't know the truth. After the lecture, a certain amount of tipping fee will be charged.

Although most of these commentators' words have some exaggeration and dramatic elements, most of them are based on real events, which makes them all the more compelling. Many people are unable to go far for various reasons, and this opportunity allows them to hear information that they have never known and keep up with the outside world. Whenever Mr. Storyteller gives a lecture, everyone is very popular, and the teahouse must be full.

Today happens to be the first time since the beginning of autumn.

In the small teahouse, an old gentleman with a mustache sat on a high chair, shaking the half-lost feather fan, and said something in a passionate voice. From time to time, the audience below applauded, cheered constantly, and occasionally booed good-naturedly.

The teahouse was already full of people, and many people directly moved stools and sat in front of Mr. Storyteller to listen. In the corner, a man in a cloak and hood is making tea for himself and warming his hands with the soup woman he carries with him. The hands that emerge from the cuffs are delicate and white, with ten fingers like green onions, pointed fingers, and nails like shells embedded above, perfectly shaped. However, the nail was not the pale pink of an ordinary girl, but a moist pale red similar to cinnabar, and when viewed from the side, it seemed to glow with a fine golden pale light, as beautiful as if it had been inlaid with a spar.

Just looking at these hands, some people have a touch of charming imagination - the skin can be said to be blown and broken, if they caress their skin, I don't know what it will be like.

The proprietress and the proprietress were busy greeting the guests, and the proprietress was carrying a small basket to sell snacks around, when she jumped up and down to the hooded girl, and said crisply: "Sister, do you want a plate of pickled pepper melon slices? Two pennies is a plate, very cheap!"

Yan Ling, who was sitting in front of her, was slightly stunned, let out a chuckle in her throat, put down the soup woman, pulled down her hood, and smiled at the little girl who came to peddle: "Okay, bring me a plate." By the way, please invite Xiao Er for me, so I can ask him to change some hot water for me, okay?"

With the fall of the hood, an incomparable Yuxue face was revealed, with a stunning red diamond-shaped mark on the center of the eyebrows, and the eyes under the eyebrows were bright and shining. Between Gu Pan, charming and romantic.

In contrast to the pale red oval nails, there are two thin pale red eyeliners rising from the outer corners of her eyes, and her plump lips are also a seductive pale red. At first glance, it looks like rouge, but in fact, the blush is from the inside out, moist and shiny.

If two years ago, she was like a delicate and immature flower that could drop dew when she shook it, and she was a girl's beautiful and pure, delicate and graceful, then now she has reached the time of her radiance. It seems that all the imprisonment in the past has disappeared, and this flower, watered by the essence of the sun and the moon, has finally reached the most delicate moment of blooming.

The little girl stared at her blankly, her cheeks flushed.

Yan Ling raised her eyebrows.

The little girl came back to her senses, nodded hurriedly, and after leaving the side dishes she had just sold, she turned around and ran, turning back three times in one step.

This older sister ...... It's so good-looking, it's a good look that she can't say. In the past, she only knew how to praise a sister for being beautiful, and she had to say that she was like a fairy. However, the fairies in the New Year's paintings in my impression are all non-cannibalistic, tall and cold, these words seem to be completely inappropriate to describe the sister just now. It's not that she looks tacky, it's just that it's a kind of good-looking she's never seen before, and it's almost like sucking a person's eyeballs in.

If I had to describe it, it would be...... That sister is like a red peony that bloomed in its heyday, and like a vermilion bird with wings spread and soaring in the sky. What fairies are in front of her, they are so indifferent that they don't want to look at them.

Over there, Mr. Storyteller said: "Anyway, the Tianxiao faction of the Central Plains martial arts is really the land of a hundred sects. Matching their status, each of their disciples is chivalrous and graceful, and they have created a lot of good stories! Recently, the Tianxiao Sect had a righteous act. ”

Hearing these three words of Tianxiao Sect, Yan Ling's heart tightened.

"Some time ago, everyone has heard of the case of the big flower thief who wandered the rivers and lakes and caused disasters in many places, right? In other words, the flower thief had a unique taste and bad behavior, and he picked out a young woman who was pregnant, and when he was done, he killed people with a ruthless heart! The storyteller stroked his beard and shook his head slowly, as if disgusted.

The people below were all surprised when they heard this: "And then, but the Tianxiao Sect caught someone?"

"Listen to me, all the tea drinkers—this flower thief has traveled to many states, but he has not been caught, and the government has nothing to do with him. However, just when he entered the Youzhou Territory and the mountain where the Tianxiao Sect was located, he was captured before he could make a single move. After interrogation, it was learned that behind this flower thief, there was an inextricable gang of evildoers, who ate the flesh of an unformed fetus to nourish it. Why does the flower thief want to pick on pregnant women and kill them all? Because he wants to cut out the unformed fetus from the womb of the pregnant woman and give it to the gang behind him to enjoy!"

The crowd below was shocked, with disgust and horror on their faces.

As a result, after the Tianxiao Sect intervened in this matter, they relied on five disciples to kick away this tumor entrenched in Youzhou overnight. Mr. Storyteller smiled and said, "These five people, everyone must have heard of them." Especially these two people, Chu Yiheng and He Jianshuang, the two most prestigious among the younger generation of the Tianxiao faction in the past two years. ”

Yan Ling's hand shook slightly, and even her breathing was lightened, and she almost wanted to hold her breath to listen, for fear of missing a word, and even more afraid of misinterpreting Mr. Storyteller's tone.

"Because of this incident, they are already famous in Youzhou, and their fame has gradually spread to all parts of Kyushu, plus the two young heroes are young and handsome, outstanding, I don't know how many girls who care about the rivers and lakes have become the spring boudoir dream people......"

The storytelling didn't end until late in the evening.

The people in the teahouse gradually dispersed, and Yanling was the last to leave. She drank the cup of tea, slowly ate the plate of pickled pepper and melon slices, stepped forward to give tea money and rewards, and then put on her cloak and slowly walked out of the teahouse.

The area of the teahouse is not large, and after the crowd has basically dispersed, the proprietress of the teahouse will personally clean up the table, look at Yanling's back and quip: "The girl who went out last just now seems to often come here to listen to Mr. You talk about books!"

"The hostess was right, and I found out. The guy at the teahouse nodded, looked at Yanling's back, and muttered: "Such a good-looking girl is unforgettable in itself, and she doesn't fall behind every time, she must like to listen to your storytelling style very much." ”

The old gentleman who commented on the story touched his beard and said with a smile: "This girl may not like to listen to the old man's storytelling. Maybe it's just because I have some concerns in my heart and something I want to know, but I can't do it in person for various reasons, so I can only use guò to solve my lovesickness. ”

The proprietress nodded, and suddenly regretted: "That girl is probably also weak, isn't it autumn, so she took the soup woman with her, and she wore such thick clothes, as if she was very afraid of the cold." ”

Xiao Er packed up a back basket, said hello to the proprietress and left. The storyteller wondered, "How does this young man look like he's going up the mountain?"

"yes, I asked him to go up the hill and pick up some dry firewood. ”

"I heard that half a year ago, when the winter snow first melted, there seemed to be a fire in Yanshan?"

"That's right. Sir, you say that this matter is not evil. The winter snow on the mountain has not yet melted, and the tree trunks are still burning in such cold weather! It was the middle of the night, and for some reason, there were more than a hundred thunderbolts in the sky, one after another, as if a wild beast was roaring. I was awakened in my sleep, and I hurriedly ran out to see, it was really a vision from the sky—the whole sky was silver-purple serpentine lightning, as if a dragon was flying, close at hand. Soon, Yanshan, which was still covered with snow, burned up. The fire, the color of which was golden red and golden-red, burned so that the whole sky was bright, and the clouds in the sky were swirling. You know, it's late at night! The sky was as red as the evening sunset. ”

Speaking of this, although half a year has passed, the proprietress still has palpitations.

"How did the fire go out after that?"

"It's also a strange thing. The fire burned for seven days and seven nights before it stopped. Because the fire was too big, our boss was afraid that it would spread all the time, and everyone was panicked, and said that God had condemned it. Even the government was alarmed and reported the matter to the imperial court. I heard that when the fire first broke out, the people of the Haoshan faction also went to extinguish it, but they could not do anything, and they were ready to evacuate Yanshan on the sixth day. But on the seventh day, the thunder suddenly ceased, and suddenly there was a torrential rain in the sky, and it rained for seven days, and the fire was extinguished. On the current Yanshan Mountain, where it is said to be the source of the fire, a large pit appeared out of thin air, and there are many scratches. Half a year has passed, and there is still no grass growing in that place, and even the dead branches have been burned! However, if you are only halfway up the mountain, there will be a pile of dead branches. ”

"A vision from the sky, maybe there are immortals who are going through the calamity!" the storyteller joked with a smile.

The proprietress smiled: "Sir, don't laugh, how can there be immortals in the world." ”

The proprietress ran over, hugged her mother's waist, and said seriously: "Mother, of course there are immortals in the world, isn't that sister a fairy just now?" [Candle]

Over there.

Yanling walked out of the teahouse briskly, bought two packs of freshly baked lotus root cakes along the way, and slowly walked up the stone steps of Yanshan while eating.

A year and a half ago, that is, half a year after He Jianshuang left, she had been secretly vigilant, afraid that the door destruction incident would happen as scheduled, and the other party would kill her one day. However, as time went on, two years later, and there was still no movement. She gradually affirmed that the destruction incident had indeed been changed by her. Isn't it a strong proof that the people of the Artemisia Mountain Sect are still alive and well, and that they have lived a peaceful and peaceful life for two years?

The days were as plain as water went on, and nothing changed except ...... The thoughts and concerns for He Jianshuang have never disappeared. In fact, it has not reached the point of exaggeration and heartbreaking, it is just faint and long. Usually, when he talks about him with people from the sect, he can also joke with him, which seems to be as usual. However, whenever she saw the people of the Haoshan faction making dumplings and mooncakes, whenever she went down the mountain alone to eat noodles at that small noodle restaurant, or even when she went to the river to wash clothes, she couldn't help but go around the cave where the two had sheltered from the rain together. It's really strange that what she left behind in the end was an unhappy memory, but all she could remember were good memories.

The cave was still so narrow that it could only fit two people, and there was no firewood left in the past, and the straw under the buttocks was dusty, damp and wet, and it was clear at a glance that no one had been here for a long time, and the air was silent and slow. Yanling never went again.

In the past two years, every time He Jianshuang's birthday, Yanling will make a bowl of longevity noodles and eat it herself. Of course, the result is that you can't avoid the fate of diarrhea. At this time, she knew that He Jianshuang ate her bowl of longevity noodles back then, and she should have been tricked, and he was so happy to eat.

After more than a year like this, because she couldn't leave the Yanshan realm, she could only keep running to the teahouse at the bottom of the mountain. As He Jianshuang's fame grew, every time she went to listen to the commentary, there was a high chance that she would hear news related to He Jianshuang.

It wasn't until half a year ago that she finally ushered in the second big level after she passed here-Nirvana.